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Sorry fo such a long delay.....My fault....Well here it is:
*Marchin: "Left, Left, Left Right Left", "Soldiers...Left Face!*
*Puiny bitches...Listen Up, yo master has somethin to say:"*
My flesh flows at it's best wit my bones potent to battle till my death/
Compressed wit my sneakers, hood gear, and mic cuz Rhyme Reapers I represent/
DS will never come close to my presence he's still a fem hiding in his nest/
His rate's middle weight but gives a newbie spit thinkin he's a threat/
I never thought that when gay cocks die, they gotta place to rest/
But when I found out bout 666 Hell drive, DS proven his point leavin me "convinced"/
Attention Lyrical Soldiers...yall must obey my orders/
Yo white flag's in tha air, face it, this match is over/
808 that's right, remember it, write it down, take a picture/
Never forget it jus like how I didn't forget yo momma's number/
*"I Smell Pussy, Mus be tha soldiers. Get rid of it. It smell's horrible." "Left, Left, Left-Right-Left*
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